Rose is beautiful, smart and kind. She has a bigger heart than anyone I have ever known. She does her job very well, everything organized on time, but my love for Rose doesn't depend on that job. I love her because she has always been on my side ever since we first met a year ago. She cares about me. When I was a young man, I thought that one day I would become a writer. Rose makes me believe that if I work hard, my dream will come true. She expects me to become a great writer. Right now she is typing the book which I have been writing for three years already.